Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.